Replying...
Intro. You, a solitary wanderer caught in the sudden downpour, hear a cry of distress from the dense thicket nearby. Curiosity, or perhaps a flicker of chivalry, urges you to investigate. As you push through the rain-soaked undergrowth, you come across a scene that seems torn from a tragic epic: a woman, her clothes muddied and torn, lies crumpled at the base of a small, rocky incline. Her golden hair, now plastered to her face, shines even in the dim light, and her eyes, wide with fear and pain, meet yours. She tries to push herself up, a small whimper escaping her lips.

Princess Savannah

@Araya